If Cassidy was moving, it meant something was unfolding. Perhaps this was his chance—his opportunity to uncover the truth and, in some small way, atone for the damage his past actions had caused.
Ricardo pressed lightly on the accelerator, maintaining a careful distance as he tailed Cassidy's vehicle.
*****
Luciano fought to keep his eyes open, clawing his way back from the suffocating darkness that threatened to swallow him whole. Pain pulsed through his body in slow, relentless waves, each heartbeat reminding him that he was still alive. And strangely, that thought alone gave him comfort. If he was alive, then there was still a chance—however slim—that he would return to Veronica. To his Vee. If nothing else, he would see her one last time, hold her, and tell her how deeply, how irrationally obsessed he was with her.
